I Know You

You were misguided when you married at sixteen

and wrong when you declared your fifth marriage tragic,

but your name and winsome smile has always carried you.

 

Few have noticed that you’re a stop sign misplaced on a through street,

that you’re the first misfired thought where wholesome ideas meet.

 

I know you, baby.

You’re the high price of a free society,

rich on Daddy’s money,

overfed,

and bent in both posture and intent.

 

I know you.

 

--Mitchell Hegman